A Warriors Return

[Delrof 381]

A Warriors Return.

 

 

A thickset figure loiters outside the windswept keep of Lochwind, former hold of the late Ser Ragnar of Banard. A scowl is spread across his onerous features, disheveled locks pushed back. He’d be sporting a set of worn, gothic plate, crab-visored bascinet kept loosely beneath his arched shoulder.

 

He’d amble inside, eyes flickering about the empty fortification, the gauntented digits trailing over layers of dust. As he placed the helm aside, alongside his pristine greatsword, his heavy frame trekked up the oaken stairway, said stairs creaking beneath him. After sauntering inside his father’s bedroom, his eyes squinted, determined gaze focusing upon a bear pelt draped on a coathanger. His arms extends out, before he’d pull it over his plated shoulders, inhaling honely.

 

Lochwind was his home, and would regain it’s former honor and pride.

 

((To clarify, I won't be playing nowhere near as much as I use to and I have much more free time nowadays, and I get bored. See you around))

 

[Cleggmire_ 130]

   Cale smiles from his seat besides Guy, nodding in approval to the legacy of Ragnar.